Addiction

Falling out of skin, calling all my kin
this building? the loneliest place I've been
my soles stomp aloud, my heart beats quicker
til the next quick fix, my hard feet flicker
my synap-ses eroded over time, been eaten alive
inside of my mind's eye, where the cheatin lies
don't feel obliged, to be kind to the 'hind
ass-signed to devils, I hear em 'tween the lines
spirit sliding backward.... no time to react
grim reality, becoming one with my habit-at
a crossroad, through the fog I can't look back
my home I had, obscured, compass 'lost n crack'-ed
no true direction, can't find my way to shore
knuckles bloody n bruised, from rowing for this whore
a wicked mistress, shell listed, frame in dis-stress
giving a piss-less..... for all my missed steps
sometime ago, my soul vacated this driven derisive
worse isn't imaginary, my soul prison already lived it
on streets arisen, searching out solid scarce sleep
garbage can n dumpster defeat, yearning for hearty eats
sustinence seek, something to sell, cease this grief
pray in the wrong way, God? he turns blind eyes
peer in disgust, lost faith in a tie that binds
reality twisted, fleeting memories of a life lost
dealer? so oblivious... of what his strife cost (caused)
through these looking glass..... I now impart despair
my life not even something I wish a worst enemy shared
ogle if you must, a hard stare cant 'change' my fare
pared down to bone, many heirs might fit this chair

thanks for the feedback.... Firstly....I'd have put this in open mic but to me it feels a lot more poetic, hence why i put it here. Second, I'd love to do this as an audio but truthfully i dont have the skills to do a beat for myself, and I havent really found anything that I can fit it onto, sonically speaking.

I have a mic but really no other recording type equipment, and when i finally do this as an audio, I want it to sound great, not half-cocked.